Release that Witch Chapter 117: Chasing (on)

Carter Lannis saw such a fight for the first time.

The huge lineup of more than three hundred Knights has been defeated without even touching the edge of the defense line.

Until the end, they were not able to enter the 50-meter range. That was the shooting line of the firearms team drawn by His Highness. Only when they crossed the 50-meter line, all personnel were allowed to fire.

Four-door cannon confined the opponent to the 100-meter line nearby. In the interval of 150 to 100 meters, there are more than 20 dead bodies lying horizontally and vertically, and these people are like skilled Knight, otherwise, their impossible still controls the horses at high speed in the roar of gunfire. go ahead.

Carter is glad that he is not one of them. He vaguely felt that future wars would be very different, and it would be sooner or later to master the powerful Roland Wimbledon.

First Army A few people saw adverse reactions such as dizziness and vomiting after seeing the tragic battlefield, but because it is not close combat, cannon's sense of deterrence from killing the enemy is less than killing the enemy with a knife. serious. Carter picked a group of hunters from the team who were accustomed to stumps and blood, collected the dead from the war dead, and searched for those who were still alive.

The sun gradually fell into the mountains. Carter looked at the blood-red sky and the crows ringing in the woods in the distance.

The era of Knight is over.

...

Duke Ryan has not been able to return to God until now.

He didn't understand how to lose. Obviously, that line of defense is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it can be penetrated with a mere swipe, but the Knight are scattered as if they saw Devil. He can't even blame others, because the one who rushes in front is his elite Knight.

personal guard continued to cut down several people to allow the swarming mercenaries to avoid the position of Duke, but that's all. No matter how he growls, he can't conquer the defeated subordinates. In desperation, Osmond Ryan Duke had to retreat with the flow of people, this retreat is nearly ten miles.

Until the night came, Duke chose a place near the river bank to camp and settle, and the separated Knight and mercenaries moved closer to the torch, but most of them were still missing. To make matters worse, freemen left the cart and food without hesitation during the retreat, so they had to slaughter a few horse to serve as military food tonight.

In the largest tent of camp, Five Major Families noble gathered together, looking pale towards Duke Ryan, and the latter's face was not much better.

"Who can tell me, what new weapon did they use? The distance is longer than a crossbow, and you can't see the thrown stones like a catapult," he glanced at Ryan Dmitry, "you were also Go ahead, do you see anything? "

"Sir, I ... I don't know," Ryan held his head. "Only when they heard the roar kept ringing, they fell in batches, especially the last one, which rushed to the first place. Knight seemed to suddenly hit an invisible wall, and I saw his body shake, his head and arms split, just like ... "He thought about it," the egg dropped from the top of the castle. "

"Is it witch?" Count Elk murmured.

"impossible," Duke frowned, "My Knight is wearing God Punishment Stone, and witch hurts them by impossible. You haven't played witch. What is the difference between them and ordinary women in front of God stone?"

"Yes, sir," Ryan suddenly seemed to remember something. "Before hearing the loud noise, I saw that they had several cart-like things in the line, with huge iron pipes on them. , It can emit red light and smoke. "

"Iron pipes? Red light and smoke? Isn't that a gift bucket?" Count Elk wondered.

Duke of course knows what the gift bucket is. Previously, only Kingdom Capital noble used it during major celebrations. Now, feudal lord in all places will basically have one or two. There is a pair of bronze gift buckets in his castle, which can be blasted when put into snow powder. But the noise was far from the thunderous thunder today.

"The gift bucket will not split Knight," Count Honeysuckle said. "No matter what weapon the prince uses, we have already lost, what should we do next?"

Duke Ryan glanced at him unpleasantly, and the word failure seemed particularly harsh to him. "We haven't failed yet," he emphasized, "the disadvantages of a battle cannot change the final result. Just return to stronghold, I can recruit another team and cut off the trade on Scarlet Water River at the same time. Without food supplement, Border Town will not last for a month. As long as he dares to bring those villagers out, my Knight can defeat him from the side and the back. "

Victory will eventually belong to him, he thought, but the loss suffered is not a small town that can make up for it at all ... It is almost impossible to win another northern region. Damn it! If he can catch Roland Wimbledon, he must be broken.

"But adults, the fleet on Scarlet Water River not only comes from Longsong Stronghold, but also ships of Willow Town, Fallen Dragon Ridge and Scarlet Water City. If they are all cut off, will they ..." Count Honeysuckle hesitated.

"I bought it all, as long as they pay, they sell it to everyone." Duke ice coldly said, "Let's go back to the tent to sleep first, set off tomorrow morning. Arima's Knight and we act together, Without horses, stay and lead the mercenaries. "

It is impossible to march at night. Even if Fourth Prince intends to pursue, from the dawn of set off, the first encounter is the mercenary who stays behind. He thought that even if this group of **** collapsed at the touch of it, he could gain a lot of time for himself.

The next day Duke did not receive any news from the prince. In order to confirm this news, he sent his cronies to expand the scope of the investigation, and the return was the same. This made him a little relieved, probably because the new weapon and trebuchet are generally difficult to move and can only be used during defensive warfare. The prince did not dare to act lightly with a group of miners holding wooden sticks.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, Duke ordered Knight to stop advancing, waiting for those who walked behind to follow. Near dusk, the mercenaries and freemen successively overtook the cavalry. The crowd was busy again, setting up a tent to set up a tent.

As long as today and tonight, he will be able to reach Longsong Stronghold. The bluestone city wall with a height of three feet is like a heavenly force to the troops of hundreds of people. Even if the opponent has a new weapon with a long range, he can use the wall. The back trebuchet fought back. This account, he will surely calculate with the prince.

But what makes Duke Ryan a bit uncomfortable is that he always feels stared at when he walks all the way today.

Maybe an illusion, he thought, he was too nervous.

In the early morning of the next day, Duke was awakened by the sound of artillery.

When he rushed out of the tent, he found that everyone was rushing around, and from time to time, dirt and blood splashed up, looking to the west, wearing the "militia" of the standard leather armor lined up in a straight line, standing quietly outside camp. In the loud roar, there was only one thought left in the Duke's head. How did they catch up?

The Knight responsible for the investigation yesterday did not find a chaser! ?

"Master Duke, hurry up!" personal guard called a horse and shouted.

Osmond Ryan was just waking up from the daze, he turned on his horse and hurried eastward following personal guard. However, not long after they left camp, they saw another identical unit.

The leather armor of the same standard, with strange short sticks in their hands, arranged in a neat row, even the expression looks like the same.

Then, Duke heard the rhythmic music on the opposite side, and the His Highness the Prince troops marched towards him in an orderly manner. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start casting, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read.)